Here is Number One and a chick under the fig tree. Number One is eight now. She was foraging under this same tree when she was a chick, and I was feeding her dad figs before she was born: And here she is again, nearby, warning off a wild breeding-pair lurking near by, also trying to get some of those sweet juicy figs. This is live-or-die stuff, readers, make no mistake about it. Eric and his family are a dynasty. (You can just pick out the legs of one of the wild birds, to the left of Number One.): S.E.